with his thumb.
“I should have asked.”
“You did ask.”
“I asked the wrong question.”
I looked at him.
“What question should you have asked?”
He took a long breath.
“Why does Mom think she gets to decide where our child belongs?”
I did not answer.
Daniel looked toward the stairs.
“She keeps talking about the Sterling family.”
“That is not the same as parental rights.”
“I know.”
He picked up the second page.
“What does temporary family arrangement mean?”
“It could mean several things.”
“Could it mean she wants to help?”
“Maybe.”
He looked relieved for half a second.
Then I turned to the final page.
There was a line for the name of the person receiving temporary care.
It was blank.
Daniel saw it.
“That was not blank before.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
He pointed at the page.
“I thought there was a name there.”
I checked
